As for Bartley, words can hardly describe his abject terror.

He crouched, he shivered, he moaned, he almost swooned; and long after it was all over he was found crouched in a corner of the little room, and his very reason appeared to be shaken.

Judge Lynch had passed him, but too near.

The freezing shadow of Retribution chilled him.
Colonel Clifford looked at him with contemptuous pity, and sent him home with John Baker in a close carriage.
* * * * * Lucy Monckton was in the parlor of the Dun Cow waiting for her master.
The detectives and some outdoor servants of Clifford Hall brought a short ladder and paillasses, and something covered with blankets, to the door.
Lucy saw, but did not suspect the truth.
They had a murmured consultation with the landlady.

During this Mark Waddy came down, and there was some more whispering, and soon the battered body was taken up to Mark Waddy's room and deposited on his bed.